THE RUNNING MAN





The first word I learned on arrival to Italy was "uscita" for exit. A while later I noticed these signs of a little man running.
It took me awhile to connect the two, even though they were many times posted together. Must be a blonde thing.

When I first saw them, I thought they were directions to the restroom. Every time Pat or John disappeared to go the restroom, it seemed like they were heading in the direction in which the sign pointed. So I called it "The Running Man".

It wasn't until later I learned the true meaning.

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